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New chapter "Held her hand" of "The Priest's wife" is out of scrollstack , do check out <3
          	
          	https://snehasbookshelf.stck.me/chapter/1801246/Held-her-hand

_storiesbydutta_

Hello dear author and the readers.
          First of all sorry for posting here and interrupting everyone but I have started writing my own novel and I really want to all to try it once and see if it suits your taste buds. 
          Here is a little description of the story hope you enjoy.
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          :- JOGANIYAA - the selfless soul
          
          It's an Indian Wattpad Romance Novel written by Akshara Dutta, with the leads Adrija Bajwa and Shivansh Parmar.
          
          Adrija, a 26 year old lady who has been quite neglected since childhood returns home after 3 years of her stay, away from the family for the funeral of her sister. Only to get tied down into a PARENTING MARRIAGE with her dead sister's husband.
          
          Shivansh on the other hand is a 32 year old devoted father who prioritises family over anything. For him the most precious thing in existence is his children. He is convinced by his grandmother for this marriage on the note that ‘the kids will need a mother figure to grow’. After a lot of effort on turning the proposal down, he finally agrees.
          
          What happens when these two broken souls are tied together? Will they be able to be their other halves or destroy each other by the end?
          And what happens when the death of his first wife and her elder sister which was considered an accident smells of murder and turns out to be a conspiracy?
          
          It's a romance novel with the extra seasoning of some mysteries and thrill. Read to find out more.
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          https://www.wattpad.com/story/408612651

akshiiwritess

          
          .....Sorry for being heree author ...... 
          
          
          
           Between Bones & Heartbeats
          
          Everyone asked the same question.
          
          "MBBS nahi mila?"
          
          Sanskriti Mishra learned to smile and ignore it.
          
          Getting into BHU's Physiotherapy program was supposed to be a proud moment. Instead, it became a constant reminder of the dream people thought she had failed to achieve.
          
          Determined to prove herself, she enters college with one goal:
          
          Study hard.
          Stay focused.
          Don't get distracted.
          
          Then she meets Dev Sharma.
          
          A first-year student with messy hair, endless jokes, and a cricket dream he was forced to leave behind.
          
          He wanted to become a cricketer.
          
          She wanted people to stop treating her dream like a second choice.
          
          Life had other plans.
          
          Between practical labs, hostel corridors, midnight study sessions, chai breaks, impossible exams, and the city of Banaras quietly watching from the sidelines, two strangers slowly become friends.
          
          And maybe something more.
          
          But college isn't just about love.
          
          It's about finding yourself when everyone expects you to be someone else.
          
          And sometimes, the hardest thing to heal isn't a muscle, a bone, or a ligament.
          
          It's a heart carrying dreams it never got to live.
          
          ✨
          
          A story of friendship, ambition, family expectations, missed dreams, and the people who help us find our way back to ourselves.
          
          
          "He couldn't become the cricketer he dreamed of being. She couldn't become the doctor everyone expected her to be. Somewhere in between, they found a dream worth sharing." 
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/412056683?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=akshiiwritess

akshiiwritess

Sorry for being heree author
          
          A simple story about two normal people.
          No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love." 
          Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days.
          
          Welcome to ✨Delhi✨
          Dil walon ki Dilli...
          where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels 
          
          She is chaos wrapped in soft colours 
          Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy.
          But only at home.
          
          Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world ✨
          Outside?
          A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone.
          
          He is a typical Indian boy 
          Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew ️
          He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening.
          
          They live in the same building.
          Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés.
          
          Just normal floors.
          Shared walls.
          Open staircases.
          Water motors running in the morning.
          Neighbours yelling names from downstairs.
          And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation ✨
          
          Ground floor.
          First floor.
          Bas itni si doori.
          
          Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "aap bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort...
          
          they slowly become part of each other's routine 
          
          Not all love stories begin with destiny.
          Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/409084280?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=akshiiwritess